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And Then Some
I loved him fiercely, with every fiber of my being. He was my night and day, the electricity lighting up my dark skies. I loved him through every tear that fell, every smile that broke, every promise that evaporated quietly. Every love song was about him, every stolen moment will forever live inside of me. He is a missing puzzle piece, discarded somewhere underneath the couch, hiding. Without him something in me is incomplete. To say he changed me is such an injustice to his memory. Such a trivial word to describe his love. Because every skin cell on my body has been altered to feel more. To love more, to be more. He is my forever even though he is mine no more, and has never really been mine.
By Aili Barker8 years ago in Poets
A Howl for Help
A journey began, Forest went dark as fire fly's lit up the surrounding area. A wolf cried injured under midnights moon, oh the stars had glistened so bright. But the poor wolf was injured, like the bleakness of night. Hope had dwindled as if struck by headlights, no help to be found within the wolf's sight. The trees screeched, as the winds hissed at the branches. The wolf was caught in a hunter's trap, it was a pelt catching branch. One for a trade, an animal's blockade was this the end for a poor old wolf or would a miracle be sent this wolf's way. The howls kept on drumming, no spirit guide coming, faith was gunned by a poacher in a bush's portrait, but this ain't the closure. The bullet ricocheted, a debt would be paid. A bigger wolf made way, leaving trails of grey, unleashing claw's blade, a new bet was played. The wolf pounced and slayed that poacher to his grave, blood sprayed, a halo was made for fate had been changed for that poor wolf yet to live another day in nature's crusade.
By Morgan McAdam8 years ago in Poets
